so whats up and whats been.

feel like telling a story tht might interest me and u might not know that it will. interest me with more than just character but a little of an image. this will make me less susceptible to this headache of mine. fuck.



u wont like to know what i can do, neither what im capable of doing, all those evil deeds im ashame of. but i choose to retreat into this world of mine, maybe it just a little less painful, more pleasurable and much more efficient in its doings. but leaving everything into the maker sense a little more despair, a little more complacency and MUCH more hatred. but why? does temporary relief suffice? yes and no, i choose to always be in the wrong, so that one day, i be so condemned, i get what i want, nothing.


where were my friendly intentions?
and i dont wanna be wrong again,
i dont wanna be left with just a memory,
yet again second to none.

words of a song i sing,
phrases i praise,
anger i revolt,
frustration i show my temper.

i'll be the villian once again,
for the hero always dies,
yet in this world no perfection meant lies,
and i wait once again for saviour.

under the brightly lited sky,
i wish there were clouds,
i wish there was darkness,
maybe it was just some quiet time.

i see your face,
with every breathe i take,
its always in my head,
not missing but contemplating.

so will i wait?
the criteria is rising,
so is my blood pressure,
and all those shit inside of me.

i hear the violin playing,
i prefer that sharp sound of the blades,
the crying of the fans,
the thumping of the heart.

where has the link to love to be,
gone away like before with infidelity,
so why should i fight on for you,
like i've always used to.

move along like you always do,
for my song aint true like u hope it be,
and a fairy plays her flute with glee,
behind hid all those misery.

my hands are trembling,
those pain unbearable,
i cant handle,
i cant take it anymore.

i chose the pain cant u see it,
i chose to ignore you for real,
i choose it all upon myself,
so fuck off if you please.

another bunch of impulsive liars,
speak to me speak to me,
let me hear deceit,
sometimes its worth the false.

go on and do your thing,
strut your feathers with tattoos,
and say they werent real,
like you always do.

i wont be alone,
i know, because i got myself,
and sense my contrary,
fuck loads of it in hell.

falling faster than usual,
its nothing like more than i expected,
like before,
its leaving anothern scare.

i regret.





i dont know what to do, dont we all do things only for ourselves? of course our returns, are only for ourselves.

ill be the shiningstar, the knightinarmour, the princeandsaviour, your guardianangel and defintely someone who cares. NOT.





and to those friendster pics. is some friendster bug they never solve. i never send those shits.




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breaking free to something new. =)